169 ~ Come, You Faithful
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Come, you faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness; God has brought His people forth Into joy from sadness. Now rejoice, Jerusalem, And with true affection Welcome in unwearied strains Jesus' resurrection.
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'Tis the spring of souls today; Christ has burst His prison; From the frost and gloom of death Light and life have risen. All the winter of our sins, Long and dark, is flying From His light, to whom we give Thanks and praise undying.
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"Alleluia!" now we cry To our King immortal, Who, triumphant, burst the bars Of the tomb's dark portal; "Alleluia!" with the Son, God the Father praising; "Alleluia!" yet again To the Spirit raising.